This is one of about a dozen short vignettes that I wrote some 18 months ago in conjunction with the talented and lovable /u/saltedfish, whose long-term friendship and partnership has helped make me a better writer in every sense of the word. These are early stories, written based on image prompts and posted here with only minor editing for pacing or grammatical purposes. Please enjoy.

“Oh look, a lemonade stand! We should buy some, make the kids happy!”

“Mh.” I grunted noncommittally and pulled my car over to let my mother get out. Following her, I saw her squint, a confused look on her face as she watched the 20-something girl tending to the booth.

“She seems a little old to be selling lemonade, doesn’t she?”

I shrugged. “Dunno. Sure. You still want some? I’m double parked…”

My mother gave me a look of disapproval and hefted her ever-present purse. “Yes, I still want some. She might be saving up for college or something. It’s what a good person would do.”

I followed her up to where the young brunette was standing, her upper body poking through a kind of veil or sheet. She smiled at me, then at my mother, and that was her first mistake. Giving my mother any kind of attention is a recipe for getting your ear talked off, and this was no different.

“Oh, honey, this looks fantastic! Did you make the lemonade yourself! Oh, I’ll have a cup, please, and one for my son!”

The girl had a faintly Hispanic accent as she spoke, and I noticed her eyes flashing over me with some interest. She even smiled, a sort of half-crooked smirk that instantly set my hormones into teenage overdrive.

“Yes, Ma’am, I did it all from scratch. I’ve been squeezing lemons all morning.”

Despite the innocuous comment, I felt somehow that her eyes boring into mine made it sound like the dirtiest of double entendres. Upon closer inspection, I also saw how she seemed to jerk ever so slightly, to a strange staccato rhythm. Weird. There was no music anywhere nearby, so it could not be her dancing. Despite the odd movement, she still managed to pour my mother a cup of her beverage without flinching, but if she had hoped that that would stop my mother from babbling on, she was sorely mistaken.

“Oh, bless you, this looks delicious! Tell me, what are you going to do with the money from this little business venture?” She chuckled. “I bet you’re doing what you can to put yourself through college, bright young girl like you. My son, he is starting college this summer, and he is so excited, aren’t you Peyton? He is going to become a lawyer, he is, I can feel it! Or a successful businessman, anyway; I told him, you see, I told him it’s alright not to want to go to law school if he doesn’t want, but of course, if he does want it, we would only be so proud of him! And--”

Once my mother got started, there really were no breaks on the train that was her motormouth. Rather than stay and listen to her embarrass me in front of this Latina goddess, I decided to step away a bit, at least to avoid the contact embarrassment. Just then, to my surprise, a man came shuffling out from behind the lemonade stand, his fingers busy working up his fly. What? What the fuck? I made sure my mother wasn’t looking, then stepped aside and walked round to the back. Literally, as it turned out; sheltered from view by the side skirts of the stand, the bottom half of the Latina chick was naked and fully exposed, and her tan skin was visibly red from where hands had been grasping her. The cheeks of her ass were perfectly round, like something out of my wettest dream, and there were clear marks of someone - that man who just left? - having rutted violently with her. Jesus Christ. If her looking at me had made me horny before, it was nothing compared to the steel rod I suddenly seemed to be carrying in my pants. I took a step closer, then another one, worried that she would turn and start screaming at me. Maybe this was just her and her boyfriend getting kinky in public? But then I saw a sign, posted above where her hips were swaying gently. Those damn hips; if ever sex had been given a shape and purpose, these were it. Flared from narrow waist to wide, tight ass, and with the kind of smooth, long legs that made certain fetishists squeal. But, the sign. Free Use, it said. That’s all. Did I need anything else? Fuck no.

I could still hear my mother’s voice, now gushing about the time she and my dad had visited France, and all of the wonderful cheeses they had had there. My concern was more with the offering in front of me, the ass seeming like an impossible mirage as I silently unzipped my pants. My pride practically exploded onto the stage, and I was lucky I wasn’t standing three inches closer to the girl, or my mother would have undoubtedly heard the thunder-clap of my rock-hard cock slapping this girl’s cheeks. As it stood, I hardly needed any more foreplay, and it took me just seconds to locate her wet slit and slide it in. God, she was wet. And warm. It was almost disappointing, because her frame promised a much tighter ride than I felt I was getting. It was still great, mind you, and I had to fight to suppress my moans as I began to slowly fuck her, but it was so wet that that I lost a good bit of the friction that I had expected. Then I remembered the other guy, and how he had zipped up his pants, and I withdrew instantly. Yep; peering down between her thighs, I could see the thick trails of half a dozen droplets of thick white winding down her skin. I began to doubt whether the guy I had seen had even been the first, what with how thoroughly used she felt. Being young and horny, I didn’t mind so much, but at the same time, it felt sort of gross to slop around in who knows how many other guys’ cum. Sexy Latina chick though she was, her cunt was like a quadruple-stuffed cream pie, and at that point it was starting to feel excessive.

“Oh, but Herman, you recall my brother Herman I mentioned? Herman was in the navy when he was young, and brought back all these wonderful items from around the world. He even brought us Danish vodka once. Danish! Did you even know that they made anything other than pastry over there? Hahaha! But really, it was a lovely gift, lovely, and of course we made sure to bring back some of that Provolone and a few glasses of olives from our trip; anything else would have just been rude! Of course, with Herman’s wife deadly allergic to olives, we had to think of something else for her…”

My mother was still at it, and I was furiously debating whether to add my own cream to a cup that was already running over. But then a hand reached back, pink nails lacquered to a sheen, and made the simplest, most wonderful gesture. She reached between her cheeks, and just tapped on her dark little balloon knot before retracting her hand. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the hole was slightly glossy, and when I touched a finger hesitantly on her asshole, I felt the slippery substance come away on my fingertip. Lube. Shit, this girl was not fucking around with her fucking around!

I began to work a finger into her, then two, paying close attention to the stream of my mother’s rambling. She was now deeply enmeshed in a story about Herman’s wife’s elderly aunt, whose dog had been hit with a sudden, inexplicable illness, and so I counted myself to have at least ten minutes before she would wonder where I was. Plenty of time to accomplish what I had in mind. With the nymph accepting two of my fingers to the hilt, I felt she was ready. Lucky for me the curtain was drawn tight, otherwise my mother might have seen how her teenage son was slowly shoving his cock into the asshole of the nice, young woman she had become so taken with. I don’t know if the girl made any indication at all that she was currently being introduced to seven inches of turgid cock meat, but she seemed to welcome to intrusion. At least, her hips began to bump gently against me when I must have taken too long - heaven forfend I let her get used to being fucked in the ass - and I was more than eager to acquiesce to her demand. Which is to say that I immediately began to thrust a series of long, pronounced strokes into her tight pucker. Good God, but this girl was eager. Even when I was sliding my full length from tip to balls in a steady rhythm, she still bucked back against me, and I had to struggle to not just hammer away and give the girl the pounding she was clearly eager to take. Looking down, I could even see how her asshole was swallowing up every inch of cock I fed it, and that was all it took, really. With my hands bracing against her hips, I let the head of my cock disappear into her body two more times before loosing everything I had. The thought that I was the first one to pump my seed into this gorgeous chick’s ass was enough to make the orgasm perhaps the strongest of my life, and when I finally pulled my limp dick from her pulsing hole, I could feel how the force of ejaculation was making my cock ache. Jesus Christ. I took a second to admire my handiwork, watching how my cum leaked down to mix with the rest, and then I did up my trousers and walked as casually as I could around to my mother.

“There he is! Peyton, I thought you had left me behind, hahaha! Oh, you mustn’t let your lemonade go to waste, dear, it’s terribly delicious!”

My mother could barely be reined in after such a wonderful conversation with such a lovely young girl, but I finally managed to get her back to my car, lemonade in tow. As I was walking away, I turned in time to see the Latina girl wink at me, reach back and then lick something from her fingertip. Then I was in my car, with nothing but the mental picture to remember her by. Beside me, my mother strapped in and sighed happily.

“What a lovely day. And such a sweet girl. You should have asked her out!”

She laughed cheerfully, and I felt myself blush. What’s the point of asking someone out when you’ve already left a piece of your soul dripping from her asshole? I made a neutral sound and put the car in gear.

“There was one thing I did not understand, though.” My mother frowned.

“Yeah? What?” I said nervously, hoping that she wasn’t going to ask where I had gone. I had no excuse.

“Well, how come that girl was dancing so much? There was no music!”

I blinked, trying my hardest not to laugh. “I-- I don’t know.”

“Hum.” My mother sighed and looked wistfully out the window. “I suppose that’s just what these people do. It’s in their blood, I think.”

I nodded and committed myself to driving. Still, in my mind’s eye, I was still watching the way the lemonade girl’s ass clung to my cock. Jesus Christ. What a girl.